Madame Ginoux

Lawrence sat on the couch, with Cliff on his knee, for hours he searched Madame Ginoux, L'Arlesienne, and  Jules Hart. Eventually after looking through several old french history books, and websites he found some interesting information. It turns out that  Vincent Van Gogh had lived in Reims for a year, then moved to Arles, also where Madame (Marie) Ginoux lived for several years. When Vincent left Arles he corresponded with Marie by handwritten letters for several years, but eventually Marie met George Hart, the owner of an inn in Reims, when he had travelled down to Arles for a holiday. Marie's letters to Vincent grew scarcer as she fell deeper in love with George. In the July of 1890 Marie wrote a letter to Vincent, informing him that in the next week she was to be married to a inn owner from Riems. On receiving this letter, Vincent was heart broken and he ended his life with a gunshot. Marie moved to Reims with her husband, and took up painting. In the second year of their happy marriage Marie passed away after giving birth to a baby boy, Jules. George was completely heartbroken, so he named his mansion L'arlesienne, in memory of his dear wife.

Jules inherited the mansion once his father died at 38 from food poisoning. Jules eventually had a child of his own, and that child had had one of her own; Lucy Claire Hart.

Meanwhile Lucy had been rummaging through some cardboard boxes that held some of the things she had been given by Jules, in his will. She picked up a large rectangular, flat tin and opened it to find a set of oil paints of the most amazing oranges, golds, yellows and reds. It looked as it had not been used for a long time, as the paint that had once dribbled down the paint tube was now cracked and flaky. It was a set of twenty three, and all very autumn colours. It mustn't of been Jules's, because he never used oil paints, let alone orange and yellow. He never really used many bright colours in his paintings, generally they were of buildings or rivers. A corner of paper poked out of under the paints, curiously Lucy tugged at the paper to reveal an envelope with the name Marie on it, and red wax sealing it. Lucy opened the letter carefully and read it under her breath.

"To my dear Marie,
It pains my heart so much to know that you have found another man. There is no point to my life now.
I have enclosed a portrait of myself in hope that you will look to occasionally, and maybe you will be reminded of what we lost. 
Its a rainy and grey today, and I sit upon my wooden chair writing this letter to you in the cold of my little cottage in the fields of long grass. I think I will go now, Ill leave this unfair world behind me live in the clouds, you need to know that I loved you so very much, Marie Ginoux,
Until we meet again, 
Vincent. "